Until recently, I had a very low opinion of men who fuck their own mothers. My whole perspective on incest changed after I fucked my own mother. It happened when my wife Clarissa and I visited her on our return to the U.S. from England.
I was stationed at an Air Force base in England for several years. I met Clarissa in a pub in London and fell for her on the spot. We married soon afterward. She is a sexy number with enough curves for two women. Her pixie face is framed by a mop of short, curly brown hair. Her lovely breasts hang like ripe peaches on her chest and her round ass attracts pinches the way a magnet attracts iron.
Many of our British cousins have a fondness for spanking, caning and paddling. Clarissa is one of them. She took me to a spanking club where men offer their bare asses to any woman willing to spank them. I will never forget the Mona Lisa smile on Clarissa's lips as she walloped a man's bare ass. She gave it everything she had until his bum resembled two giant beets. When he staggered away on shaky legs, she pointed at the semen running down her bare thigh. Was it the spanking or the friction between his cock and my wife's bare thighs that caused him to blow his wad? It was probably a combination of both.
I let Clarissa spank me to satisfy my curiosity, but I could only take ten strokes, hardly enough to satisfy her. When she got an urge to spank ass, we either went to a spanking club or we invited over some of Clarissa's friends who liked to be on the receiving end of a good spanking. They were mostly men, but a few were women. The spanking parties usually led to fuck parties. I enjoy watching my wife getting fucked by other men and find it especially exciting to watch a man with a blistered ass pay her back with a good fucking.
Clarissa was never able to talk me into spanking her boyfriends' asses, but I tried it on some of her girlfriends and enjoyed it. I am at a loss to explain why a hard spanking makes some people so horny. I can understand why the giver gets turned on. My cock gets as hard as a hammer handle after laying on a few swats. But I don't understand why the receiver gets horny. I would not believe it if I hadn't seen it for myself many times.
My mother and father went their separate ways while I was in England, but remained good friends. Mom is a stunning beauty. She was somewhat successful as a movie actress, but never achieved fame. If you saw her you would probably recognize her face, but it is unlikely that you could come up with her name. My handsome father is also an actor. Most of his work has been in minor roles on the Broadway stage.
Mom and Dad treated Clarissa and I to a night on the town to celebrate our homecoming. Dad took a keen interest in my wife from the moment he laid eyes on her. I caught him staring at her hundreds of times, and was pleased that he found my wife attractive. After a sumptuous meal in one of the finest restaurants in town, we had cocktails at a strip club. After a couple of hours of watching naked beauties flaunt their goodies, I was as horny as a hoot owl and I'm sure the others were, too.
We went to Mom's Yorktown apartment for a nightcap. Clarissa can be very outspoken after she's had a few drinks, and I was horrified when she began telling Mom and Dad about her spanking fetish and our swinging lifestyle. I was relieved when they showed interest rather than disgust.
I was shocked when Mom told us that she and Dad had experimented with swinging during the final years of their marriage, and that they still occasionally went to swinger clubs together. It was hard for me to picture my mother in a swinger club with guys lining up to fuck her. From then on, I looked at her in an entirely different way.
Mom went to the kitchen to freshen our drinks and returned with four highball glasses on a tray. As she approached me to hand me my drink, she stumbled and spilled the drinks on me. "Mom, you need a spanking for that," I blurted out. I'm not sure if I really meant it, if I was joking, or if it was something in between. Mom just stood there staring at me through glassy eyes.
"I'm not kidding, Mom. Get across my lap and take your punishment."
"He's right, Lois," Dad said. "Take your medicine."
I took off my wet shirt and pants as Mom pondered what to do next. My swollen cock was straining at my Jockey shorts. Mom's wide eyes were glued to the bulge. She finally knelt beside me on the couch and stretched out on my lap. I pulled her skirt up and was pleased to see that her bikini panties had bunched up in the crack of her ass leaving most of her ass exposed. And what a fine ass it was! I couldn't see a single blemish on it.
I delivered two playful smacks to Mom's ass, one to each cheek. It sounded something like this: "WHAP..OUCH..WHAP..OUCH." I loved the feel of it and the sight of her beautiful buns quivering like Jello. I laid on a few more, harder this time. Mom's tender ass was red after only a dozen swats.